Southern man, you sure are pretty,got a smile to still the city,And Lord, you know, you got thosesleepy eyes.Alabama sweet-talking baby,calmed the heart of a lonely lady,You kept me flying high,and the leaving easy.And it's Dallas in the rain,and I was dreaming.

October winds still blowing, Lord,you know the song were flowingFrom a broken-hearted ladyby the wayside.Listen to my song, youkept it ringing clean and strong,You held me like an angelto confide in.And I tried to make you home,But I was dreaming.

Lord, I guess you just ain't home,that damned old telephoneIs trying hard to help me findthe lines here.Wish that you could understandwhy I love the other man,He gives me truth and reason,I believe in.